Then, just before the young master could change her expression, the sword, as if losing its spirit, drooped and fell into the lady's purse.
Everyone: "..."
Li Xueyou's face turned red.
She bowed her head, tightened the drawstring of her purse, wrapped the purse with a small handkerchief, and then hurriedly stuffed it into her sleeve. It still seemed not secure enough, so she covered her sleeve with one hand.
At this moment, the only thought in the little girl's heart was one of embarrassment; she would never let this seemingly arrogant and good-for-nothing little fellow that liked to draw circles come out again…
By then, Li Xueyou had come to her senses and looked toward the courtyard door with a face full of apology, bowing deeply.
"Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't expect the letter to actually send it here. I've caused you trouble, Teacher. Did little Xue damage the library, I…"
